But we come for to take a week's pleasure to welcome the incoming year
Merry Christmas! I slept almost nine hours. I do not participate in Yuletide, but I consider myself to have received gifts this year nonetheless because at the request of
reconditarmonia, not one but two persons unknown wrote fic for my story "Where the Sky Is Silver and the Earth Is Brass": "The Cloud Mirror" and "The Fire and the Place in the Forest." Demons and Jewish partisans ahoy! And romance, sometimes, in among the bullets and birch trees.

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S'iz undzer khoyv—s'iz undzer parol—tsu bafrayen di shayn fun dem shotn!
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The request alone would have made my winter, but the granting has just been ridiculously good.